Fuck. Me.
This blog doesn't want to be written.
I got my first concussion today. I crashed my bike. I was going to work, at about 25 mph, when a car stopped diectly in front of me. I hit the ground. Hard. I should have left a dent. I heard people talking later about how they'd "never seen a person bounce before." The car that I'd crashed to avoid just drove off. The car behind stopped to help. I wish I remembered their names, they were so awesome.
I sat up and said, "I'm fine, really, thank you. I need to go to work."
They heard, "Nuuh bluh duh guhmuh duh buh."
Apparently the only coherent words to come out of my mouth for the next half an hour were "no insurance." The doctor there gave me some medicine to kill the bump and help the pain go away. He told me I could go to the hospital, spend a lot of money, they would watch me and send me home. Or I could go home, try not to sleep, and not pay a lot of money. I went home. And promptly fell asleep. A few hours later a phone call from my boss woke me up. I had completely forgotten to call. I hope I don't get fired. I tried to call some friends, and they either didn't answer, or I thought better of it. I miss my people, and I want to still be friends. I love them so much.
It then occurred to me that it was pay day and rent day. nd I had no way to get to the bank. No one I called could help, or they didn't answer the phone. I felt so alone. Finally I thought to call Matt, and amazing, wonderful, awesome person that he is, he pulled through for me. I'm not sure he knows exactly how much he saved me. He is my hero today. He picked me up and we went to get his paycheck from Snow City, and go to the bank. After that I went to my sister's house and played with the baby for a bit. I love her so much, she's so smart and amazing and perfect. However, once there, I managed to drop my phone in the toilet. Hear that Bri? Did you hear a scream and a splash followed by a busy signal? I hope so. Then I walked in the cold to Josh's place, with no coat. And that's where I'm sitting now. Hopefully my day doesn't get any worse.
My head hurts.
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My name isn’t Anna. But you can call me that anyways. I like peeling off paint. And getting goosebumps. And hiccups. And symmetry. And making new friends. And sounding out the letter "r." And taking pictures of dead flowers. And baby shoes. I don’t like sneezing. Or tile floors in bathrooms with no pattern. Or popcorn. Or pelvic thrusts in commercials. Or Nickelback. Or when I can't find aesthetic beauty in something. Or crooked pictures on walls. I'm little neurotic, and a little OCD. I’d like to meet everyone in the world just to see if I can be friends with them. But I don’t think I’d be friends with the devil, thank you.
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My name isn’t Anna. But you can call me that anyways. I like peeling off paint. And getting goosebumps. And hiccups. And symmetry. And making new friends. And sounding out the letter "r." And taking pictures of dead flowers. And baby shoes. I don’t like sneezing. Or tile floors in bathrooms with no pattern. Or popcorn. Or pelvic thrusts in commercials. Or Nickelback. Or when I can't find aesthetic beauty in something. Or crooked pictures on walls. I'm little neurotic, and a little OCD. I’d like to meet everyone in the world just to see if I can be friends with them. But I don’t think I’d be friends with the devil, thank you.
Me.
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